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Why do people have to lie? It's quite honestly the most annoying thing in the world, next to not tipping.

1 yr ago

I am so ready for my day off...

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1 yr ago

I know I was supposed to get to replies yesterday, but hubby drug me out for dinner when I got home. I'll try to get to them today once I cool down.

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1 yr ago

Work was insane yesterday. Between training and how busy we were, I didn't get home until late. Will hopefully get home early and with enough energy to reply today.

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Momma, wife, and all around goof in that order.

Days off are normally Wednesdays and Saturdays, with Saturdays being mostly reserved for family whenever everyone is actually home. Online times vary depending on my work schedule. Some days I get home early, other days I get home half-dead and late. My time to actually write depends entirely on my day. I can get some writing done at work when things are slow, but then there are days I'm lucky if I can even look at the time on my phone.

I'm an advanced writer and I have a tendency to get ideas stuck in my head constantly for directions I want stories to go. I try not to be overly aggressive, but don't be surprised if I lean that way.

Hello! I'm HSD, Heaven, or whatever you want to call me and I am once again on the prowl for another partner for a specific plot. This roleplay will fill the last available open slot that I have. However, I'm not going by 'first come, first serve'. If you're interested, I would like to hear what ideas you have to contribute to the plot.

I would like someone who can post at least once a week. More is definitely welcome, but once a week is really all that I can promise at the moment due to real life kicking my butt for the next month.

Communication is an absolute MUST! If you don't like something, if you have a suggestion, or if you're bored out of your mind and you absolutely can't continue, let me know because I certainly have no problem with it. It's a lack of communication that bugs me.

I would like an advanced writer. I honestly would love to push myself to my limits with both quality and quantity. Don't be afraid to give me a novel, because I will match up with you word for word. And please, help move the story along.

Almost all of my characters curse like sailors and I refuse to censor myself. I ask that partners be 18+ and comfortable with all types of adult content. However, I do have my limits. Abuse will often be mentioned, but rarely played out unless the roleplay calls for it. I will fade to black, although it's not my preference. However, smut is never the focus of my plots.

I would prefer the use of realistic FC rather than anime.

The direction of this plot will be a bit dependent on things. A part of me really wants to make it dark, but it all really depends on how things play out. Romance is a must and I prefer slow burns. If things do turn dark, I would still like a little bit of fluff.

Now for the plot.

There is always that one family that's the talk of the town. They whisper about the shouting that can be heard from outside the house and the bruises that long sleeves and makeup can't quite cover up. That was Lanie Dyer's family. Growing up in a small town in the Northeast, Lanie always dreamed of getting away where winter didn't exist. The winter months were always brutal, with her family trapped inside their tiny little shack of a home, living in fear of the man of the house. Inside her home, she was the target of her father's abuse right after her mother got her share. Outside her house, she was a social outcast with only one friend.

For some reason, he never judged her and Lanie was silently grateful for him. She showed her appreciation the best way that she could, helping him work up the courage to ask the girl of his dreams out and working him through every relationship problem that he ran into along the way. After graduation, he worked up the nerve to ask his childhood sweetheart to marry him and she agreed, but when he went to share the news with the girl who'd helped him out, she was nowhere to be found. Of course, everyone knew why. She'd told the world time and time again that she would run away the first chance she got, and when she finally had her opportunity, she took it. Who could blame her? Especially when her mother ends up dead ten years later, murdered by her husband.

It was assumed that Lanie wouldn't come back, but no sooner was her father arrested for the crime and the trial date set, she returns. The entire town is surprised by the changes in her. The once outcast girl has grown up, but rather than living life on the edge the way most abuse victims tend to, she's turned her tragedy into a triumph. While life fell into place for her the moment she left town, the same could not be said for her old friend. Shortly after getting married, he discovers that the girl of his dreams isn't exactly the woman he imagined she was. Their marriage survives over the decade, but his relationship has left a bitter taste in his mouth. Running into Lanie again, he's hopeful that perhaps his old friend can work up a bit of her old magic to help save his marriage. Lanie is happy to help pick up where she'd left off, however, when she finds herself spending more time with her old friend than his wife does, she has to question if his marriage is actually worth trying to salvage.

If you've stuck around and this seems like your thing, feel free to send me a PM. Please include your favorite color in the subject line so I know that you are inquiring about this plot.

History: Growing up, life was never a bed of roses, although she certainly got pricked by a thorn or two. Her mother was a waitress, barely making enough to support Lanie and her deadbeat husband. Had it not been for the fact that her parents left her the small little house the family lived in, the three would have faced living on the street monthly. Each month Claire could barely cover the monthly bills, and when she finally did manage to save up enough to pay their expenses, her husband would drink it away. Saying anything about Derrick’s drinking certainly didn’t help, not when the man happily put his fist in her mouth to shut her up. Everyone wondered why the woman didn’t leave, never thinking that Claire remained out of stubbornness to keep hold of the only thing she had left of her parents’; the house.

That Lanie managed to survive her infancy was a miracle; that her father hadn’t beaten her senseless during her troublesome toddler years more so. Whatever deity kept the girl safe from her father, couldn’t protect her from the harsh realities of school. Quiet and withdrawn by nature, the little girl found herself constantly taunted and teased by her classmates. They knew the stories of her abuse from listening in on their parents’ gossip, but that didn’t matter. They bullied the girl relentlessly, save for one little boy. He quickly became her friend, earning himself Lanie’s undying loyalty. As the two grew older and Lanie became wiser to the world than her friend, she educated him on all the things school did not. She taught him how to defend himself in a fight and how to win over the girls he had crushes on. When it came to experimenting with things, Lanie knew where to find things and was always the first to try it just in case things went wrong. And whenever they got caught, Lanie was the one to take the fall for it, always protecting him from trouble as much as she could.

The two grew up and began to grow apart during their senior year of high school. He was convinced he wanted to marry his high school sweetheart, and Lanie didn’t stand in his way. Besides, the teenager had a dream of her own to pursue and nothing to keep her tethered to her hometown. Graduation came and went with him proposing to his girlfriend and Lanie catching a bus to the Sunshine State without looking back. Her friend had his life ahead of him, and she knew it was time to make a life for herself.

Outside of Maine, Lanie thrived. Without the fear of her father looming over her, the young woman was quick to get a job at a local tattoo parlor, at first simply drawing out images upon request, but gradually becoming an artist herself. She lived frugally for her first year, staying in a studio apartment, and putting every single penny she could aside to buy her own establishment.

It took a year and a half of working her butt off, but Lanie got what she wanted. She opened her first shop which became a huge success. However, Lanie wasn’t content to hog all the profits for herself. The young woman wanted to share her good fortune with those she knew needed it most. She began to hire young artists to draw for her, runaway teenagers and those who simply didn’t have a home who would have stooped to any level to earn a few bucks. She would give them a place to stay above her studio on the condition that they did not fall into the trap so many other abused and neglected kids did, and that they find a way to improve their situation. Often with her help, many went on to go back to school and finish their education. A few became employees once they were old enough to work in the shop legally. It got to the point where Lanie had to open up another parlor to keep up with demand and her growing list of employees. Nearly ten years in the state and Lanie had a dozen tattoo parlors, her own home, and success she never imagined, but it was the success of those she had helped over the years that she took the most pride in.

Life was going great for her until the day she received a phone call from Maine. The detective on the other side of the line told her about her mother’s murder, leaving out the gorier details. He could have saved himself the trouble because Lanie already knew the worst had happened. When she was asked to testify in her father’s trial, the woman hoped on a plane first thing and made her way back to the one place she swore she’d never go. Back into winter and a place she never thought of as home, she’s forced to deal with her father’s upcoming murder trial and trying to make amends to the one person she’d left without a word.

History: Unlike her younger sister, Ariel had a fairly normal childhood with both her mother and father in the picture. Life was going well until the death of her father and older brother and the loss of her mother’s sanity. When Kolby left to join the military, her mother became an absolute tyrant. The woman refused to allow anyone to leave the house, and when it came to having friends, she was adamant in her refusal to allow her daughters the chance to socialize. Issy was too young to understand what was going on, but Ariel rebelled against her mother every chance that she got. From the time she was fourteen, Ariel began to sneak out of the house, at first simply to spite her mother, but gradually to get a job. She worked every chance that she got, taking jobs at fast food joints, babysitting, and doing odd chores for neighbors. Every penny that she got was safely tucked away from her mother and saved up until she could afford a place of her own.

With her brother Kolby’s help, Ariel got an apartment at the age of sixteen. She struggled to maintain school and work, but she managed to graduate from high school and get a job working as a secretary for the owner of a small security business. When the business grew and went national, rather than let Ariel go to replace her, the owner began to train Ariel and even started to pay for the young woman to go to college to earn her degree. It was around that time that she met her fiancé, although she would never admit that it wasn’t exactly love that led to her saying yes when he proposed. For Ariel, it was simply another way of being able to support herself without the struggles she dealt with early on. She had help paying the bills and when Kolby left her to take care of Issy, he became another pair of eyes to watch over her younger sister.

Ariel loved Issy because she was family, but she never felt any real fondness for the quiet girl who simply stood by and watched the world go on without trying to participate. For Ariel, it was difficult to understand how her sister could be happy keeping to herself and it was that attitude that led to Ariel keeping her sister at arms’ length even after the teenager moved in with her.

With Issy taken care of and settling into her home, Ariel began to focus entirely on work and school. She worked every single day and went to classes at night, most of the time not getting home until everyone in the house was already asleep. Ariel knew it wasn’t fair to force her fiancé to deal with her younger sister, but the way she saw it, they only had a year to go and then their lives could return to normal.

History: Issy is what the rest of the surviving Clemens children call the 'accidental baby'. Shortly before her birth, their father Jonathon was killed along with the oldest Clemens sibling in a hit and run accident. Michelle managed to hold it together, but the loss of her husband and child took its toll on her mental stability. For a few years, Michelle’s mental instability was brushed off as quirks and the two eldest siblings ignored it. No one was being hurt, Issy was still being taken care of, and everyone was happy for a time; until Kolby turned 18 and joined the Marines.

After her only remaining son left for the military, Michelle began to change. She became controlling of Ariel’s every action, refusing to let her daughter leave the house except to go to school. Issy, however, wasn’t quite as fortunate. Unbeknownst to Kolby and Ariel, Issy was kept in the house along with her mother, who developed a severe case of agoraphobia. On the few occasions that Michelle had to leave the house, she would leave Issy locked in a closet with a supply of snacks to hold her daughter over until she returned. The only thing that spared Issy a life as a complete shut-in along with Michelle was the state. When Michelle failed to provide the necessary school work done by Issy to prove she was being properly homeschooled, the state forced the woman’s hand. Issy was enrolled in school, a year behind all the other children her ages and completely socially awkward.

Elementary school proved to be a complete nightmare for Issy. Between her mother’s constant insinuations that Issy would be killed in the world outside the house and the harassment she dealt with from her classmates due to her awkwardness in social situations, Issy shutdown completely. She refused to talk, even when spoken to. She would not go outside unless she was given no other option, and she absolutely refused to make friends. When the state stepped in again, it was Kolby who became Issy savior. Taking his sister from their mother and becoming her legal guardian, Kolby got Issy into counseling. It took years of therapy to get her to overcome her paranoia and fears, but gradually, Issy began to adjust. She never became comfortable with people her own age, but she did learn how to socialize with other people, although she usually opted not to.

Life was beginning to work out for Issy when the news that would turn her world upside down came. Her brother was being deployed overseas, and he could not take Issy with him. It was decided, that rather than sending her back to their mother and risking all of the progress she’d made, Issy would live with Ariel and her fiancé. The situation was hardly ideal considering the strained relationship between Ariel and Issy, but it was the only way that Issy could be protected. Now at the age of seventeen, Issy is a junior in high school, still clumsy and awkward around her classmates, but managing all the same. She found an outlet in photography, using her camera to express herself without words. Most of her teachers and even Ariel find her a joy to be around. She’s quiet, well-behaved, and avoids trouble like the plague. Her classmates consider her a freak, unworthy of friendship by anyone other than the outcasts of the school. Issy was never troubled by it. Instead, she found companionship with those older than her when she isn’t outside with her camera.

History: Sean had a relatively normal childhood. His parents were high school sweethearts who married right after graduation and settled in the suburbs outside of LA. His mother became a nurse and his father started his own contracting company. Sean came first, followed by his younger brother three and a half years later. There was nothing remarkable about Sean’s life. He was an average student, a decent athlete who ended up getting a football scholarship. He went through relationships like anyone else, always hopeful that he’d find the right woman. It wasn’t until he went to help his best friend help his younger sister move into the house she was renting out with a few of her friends that his life took a turn.

The first time he saw Julianna Clayman, the woman had her nose stuck in a book and had casually asked him to hand over her cup of coffee, assuming that he was one of her roommates. When she glanced up at him with a blushing face and a sheepish grin, he swore he was already in love and the more he got to know her, the more convinced he became. He would go every single day to see her, always bringing her meals and little gifts just to be rewarded with one of her smiles. It took him forever to convince her to go out with him, and when she finally did, it was a slow journey toward a serious relationship. He soon learned the reason for Julianna’s hesitation as she began to reveal her life story to him. The fact that she’d been in love before never bothered him, not when she committed herself to him completely. Their relationship had its bumps in the road like anyone else’s, especially with the cost of her education and little free time to spare for him. But his patience and persistence paid off when she finally agreed to marry him.

He thought after their wedding their lives would settle down. Julianna finished school and the required residency to get her medical license, and soon had a good job close to their apartment. They had an entire year of wedded bliss before life came knocking the wind out of both of them. When Julianna came to him about her mother’s condition, there was no question in Sean’s mind what they should do. However, the sacrifice he had to make wasn’t one that he fully thought through. Still, Sean followed through with it. He quit his job and followed his wife across the country to Maine, without any idea of what he was going to do once he actually got there.

History:The middle child of Evelyn and Randal Trenton, Kaylee was always looking for ways to get attention. She was always the class clown, disrupting her teachers with cheesy jokes and getting into trouble for the little pranks she played on her classmates. There wasn't a moment that she wasn't trying to stir up trouble in a way to make everyone around her laugh.

It wasn't until middle school that Kaylee began to settle down, much in part to meeting the boy she believed was the love of her life. He had a way of balancing her out and keeping her grounded when her mischievous nature took control, and the attention he gave her helped her deal with how often she was ignored at home.

When the two reached high school, Kaylee began to buckle down and focus on the future, one that she planned around her boyfriend. She had their life planned out, from college until retirement, all of it with her boyfriend beside her. She always shared her plans with him, and never once did he reject them, leaving Kaylee to believe he was on board with everything. When college acceptance letters finally came and Kaylee learned she would be heading across the country to attend college, she was confident that he would be there right beside her, despite the fact that no letters ever came his way.

Graduation finally came and went, one summer left to spend at home before she stepped into a promising new future. Excited with what lie in store for her, Kaylee didn't notice her boyfriend's absence right away. Within two days, her hopes for the future were dashed when she learned her boyfriend had run off in the dead of the night without a word to her or his own family. Letters eventually came to his family, telling them that he was alright and not to worry about him, but not a word was given to Kaylee who spent the last bit of her days of teenage freedom in a deep depression. Worried about her well-being and fearing that the loss of her childhood love would break her, her parents along with her ex's family came up with a plan to ensure that she managed to pull through her new life without being alone.

When fall finally arrived and it was time to head for college, Kaylee was surprised to learn that she would not be making the trip alone. Her ex's brother, agreeing with his parents and wanting to make up for his younger brother's mistake, transferred schools to stay with Kaylee, all parties hoping that having a familiar face with her would give her the nudge she needed to move on. What no one expected was how close she would become to her former love's older sibling, or that a relationship would blossom between the two.

Graduation announcements came, along with another announcement that shook both families. Kaylee had agreed to marry her ex's brother, and both were returning home to begin their new life where it all started. Now both families are planning the wedding they'd always imagined, and Kaylee finally feels as if she's moved on from her childhood love into a steady relationship with a man who truly loves her.

Name: Abigail McDanielsAge: 17Occupation: High School StudentGeneral Appearance:Height: 5'8Weight: 131lbsTalents: Abigail is a talented painter and artist.General Personality: Snarky at times, Abigail has never really been much of a people person. She is introverted, and will actively try to find ways to avoid a conversation if she can help it. She's not shy in the slightest, she simply doesn't like talking to people. She's not dumb, in spite of the fact that she's artistic, and given her history, she does exceptionally well at school.

Abby is passive about everything, never expressing an opinion one way or another unless it is forced out of her. Alex is her one and only confidant, and even he cannot always get a response from her.

History: The youngest of two children, Abby had it far worse than her older brother. By the time Abby came around, her mother was already starting to develop a drug habit, and her father was completely hooked on whatever he could get his hands on. The fighting between the married couple started instantly with the new addition of another mouth to feed. Kenneth McDaniels initiated the first physical fight, and from there, things rapidly progressed. Lisa McDaniels was no saint herself, usually pawning her children off on her sister to sell herself for drug money. Once Abby turned five her mother had abandoned the family, running off with a low-level drug dealer that could keep her supplied with whatever she wanted. Had it not been for her older brother, five years her senior, and aunt, it is completely possible that she might have survived her childhood.

Life without a mother wasn’t much different than life with one. Alex was still Abby’s main caretaker with her aunt swooping in for the rescue as often as she could. The only major difference came from Kenneth, who targeted the most vulnerable member of the family as his scapegoat and the subject for his aggression. Abby learned quickly to get out her father’s sight or suffer the consequences. There wasn’t abuse the man would not subject her to, no punishment too big for even the smallest crime he believed she committed. Alex would try to shield her as much as he could, but it always failed. The two siblings feared what would happen should they expose their father’s crimes to teachers and nurses, trusting the only family member they had left.

When Abby was eight, her aunt Clara, gave Kenneth an ultimatum; let Abby and her Alex live with her, or she'd take him to court and expose his abuse. For the next seven years, Abby was allowed to have something of a normal life. She went to school like everyone else, but when it came down to socializing everyone noticed how much the young girl stood out. Classmates often tried to get Abby involved, handing invites to birthday parties and making room in groups for her to join, but she always refused. Believing that it was a faze brought on by early childhood trauma, her aunt left it alone, assuming that Abby would grow out of it at some point. For a while, it seemed that she might. Abby did not exactly make friends, but she found hobbies to absorb herself in. She took up painting. She would spend hours with a paintbrush in hand, her hobby developing into a form of therapy that she became dependent on. Clara still held onto hope that Abby would eventually break out of her shell and develop into a normal teenager, but it was not to be.

Shortly after Abby's sixteenth birthday, her aunt was killed in a car crash, leaving the teenager without a legal guardian. Alex was ready for the role but knew he wasn't entirely capable of supporting himself and his teenage sister. Rather than risk sending her back with their father, he decided to take what steps that he could to protect Abby while ensuring that he could support both of them. With a low GPA and no money to spare, he joined the Air Force in hopes that once he was finished with his training he would be stable enough to provide for his sister.

Momma, wife, and all around goof in that order.
Days off are normally Wednesdays and Saturdays, with Saturdays being mostly reserved for family whenever everyone is actually home. Online times vary depending on my work schedule. Some days I get home early, other days I get home half-dead and late. My time to actually write depends entirely on my day. I can get some writing done at work when things are slow, but then there are days I'm lucky if I can even look at the time on my phone.
I'm an advanced writer and I have a tendency to get ideas stuck in my head constantly for directions I want stories to go. I try not to be overly aggressive, but don't be surprised if I lean that way.

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Momma, wife, and all around goof in that order. <br><br>Days off are normally Wednesdays and Saturdays, with Saturdays being mostly reserved for family whenever everyone is actually home. Online times vary depending on my work schedule. Some days I get home early, other days I get home half-dead and late. My time to actually write depends entirely on my day. I can get some writing done at work when things are slow, but then there are days I'm lucky if I can even look at the time on my phone. <br><br>I'm an advanced writer and I have a tendency to get ideas stuck in my head constantly for directions I want stories to go. I try not to be overly aggressive, but don't be surprised if I lean that way. </div>